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Post by zaneweston on May 1, 2011 21:26:29 GMT -4
Next to his brother Reid, Zane was the most childish person her knew in all aspects. So of course you could imagine his reaction once he saw a tire swing tied to a tree in Central Park. Zane ran towards the try like a crazy person, no, like the universe depended on him getting a ride on that tire swing. Zane may try to act and look like a bad ass, but he was far from it. Most people would like to think he’s just acting, trying to be cool, and he was sometimes, other times it wasn’t an act at all. Zane had a huge smile on his face as he pushed the tire swing harder, swinging and spinning him around. If only everyday could be as fn as this, you didn’t have to worry about responsibilities. Zane supposed that’s why he acted like a kid all the time, because he was afraid of letting go of being a kid. Not having to worry about anything except for whether or not the other kids in your class liked you, or whether or not you had a play date for the weekend. Things were so much simpler when you were a kid and Zane missed that.
Zane began to hum a song to himself, he was in his element at the moment. If anyone dared pulling him from it, he was very likely to throw a bitch fit about it. Zane was bipolar like that sometimes. He was always off in this little world of his, but he was always thinking about what other people thought because it got to him sometimes. He couldn’t help but think, “they think I’m crazy”, even the most confident of people had their doubts about themselves and Zane wasn’t even going to lie about it. There was so many thing about Zane that could set anybody off, and yet so many things that made people like him at the same time.
He was having so much fun, until the tire ran into the tree dumping Zane out. So the tire swing wasn’t such a good idea considering old he was, not to mention the tire swing has meant for little kids who were much smaller than him. He sighed, getting up off the ground, remnants of a smile on his face. His moment of pure bliss was gone, it was something better than going to a party. That moment was better than sex, a moment of pure innocence of a child. One thing that haunted the guy was if he’d ever get the courage to act like a real dad to a kid he doesn’t know.
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Post by hannah1991 on May 1, 2011 22:13:23 GMT -4
Alex had finished running her errands and decided to take a walk through Central Park. It was a beautiful November day and the leaves on the trees were perfect colors and just bright and calm. Autumn was her favorite season of them all. She loved the different colors of the leaves and the smells of the air and the feel of the gentle breeze. This was the time of year when she missed her dad the most. She would remember the two of them walking down a trail through the woods and telling stories and laughing with each other. She remembered the two of them biking as well together. At least when he was sober they would. She sighed as she fought back the tears trying hard not to remember the night he died.
She sighed as she continued walking through Central Park. It was still weird to her to be living in New York after growing up in Cleveland. There was nothing quiet like walking through the park and just relaxing. She did still miss her friends and her home but after her dad died she was glad to have moved to New York especially now that she had a real family. Growing up not knowing her mom and then having a dad who drank a lot of the time was not the best thing. She did still miss her dad especially since it was her fault he died. She would never really openly admit that to anyone but she could at least think it.
She shook the negative thoughts from her mind as she rounded the corner and looked over seeing an older looking guy on a nearby tire swing. She laughed to herself as she walked closer seeing it was a faculty member from Belmont. She smirked as she walked closer and stood there watching him. She nearly laughed out loud when he hit the tree and fell. She watched as he got back up off the ground. She walked over smiling "I am pretty sure those swings are made for smaller kids not grown ups. I don't blame you though tires swings are my favorite. I am Alexandra by the way but most people call me Alex. Oh and before you ask I am a junior at Belmont." She smiled as she flipped a piece of hair out of her eyes and extended her hand towards the older man.
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Post by zaneweston on May 2, 2011 21:35:04 GMT -4
Zane turned around to see a pretty blonde, he smiled at her taking her hand and shaking it. "I am pretty sure those swings are made for smaller kids not grown ups. I don't blame you though tires swings are my favorite. I am Alexandra by the way but most people call me Alex. Oh and before you ask I am a junior at Belmont." He liked the girl already, not many people came up to him and had the guts to make fun of him or laugh with him for being such a child sometimes. Heck, most people didn’t even know how to laugh at themselves anymore which was sad. “Well, what can I say?” Zane shrugged with a little cheeky grin on his face. “What classes are you taking?” This was out of a general curiosity since he was a new teacher at the school and still didn’t know everyone in his class. Leave it to him to fuck something like that up. He laughed at himself quietly. He always did and people were starting think he was a little cuckoo in the brain for it.
“Having a good day?” He asked semi awkwardly, shifting on his feet a little as he felt he was too still to be at all comfortable, his hands in his pockets so that he would be tempted to tap as it got annoying for other people. “Is this awkward or anything?” He couldn’t help but smile, he was straight forward sometimes, and it happened at the most randomness times ever. Not to mention his timing was always at the weirdest moment. With the tire swing, he forgot why he came out here in the first place. It certainly wasn’t to take pictures because he didn’t have his camera on him like he usually did. Maybe he was on his way for some coffee? He couldn’t remember because the dang tire swing had distracted him. “Damn!” He cursed under his breath.
How was it possible that this man was a teacher? Seriously, nobody in their right mind should trust him with a class full of teenagers because he acted just like them. He’s pretty amazed no one has yet tried to take advantage of this fact. No one really seemed to notice, at least he thought so. “Tell me something Alex,” He grinned again. “Does anyone think I’m weird?” Don’t blame Zane for asking the question. He was just plain weird sometimes and it wasn’t always in the funny way. Reid loved to think it was hereditary because no one can grow up and be as weird as they were.
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